Not a Witch

The houses in the city have tiles of various colors, stacked high and low, elegant and beautiful. In the sky are mages driving various small aircraft. They walk through the tall buildings, and dragons can occasionally be seen among them.

In the center of the city are several tall towers rising from the ground. They vary in height. The tallest one is on the north side, while the shortest one is on the south side. In the middle surrounded by these towers is a suspended giant hollowed out sphere, which seems to be made of To simulate the trajectory of the stars.

In one of the pictures, a group of newly graduated students excitedly stood in front of the main entrance of the school, jumped up happily, and held up the certificates in their hands, and then time was frozen at this moment.

There is also a picture of a black-haired girl in a black dress and black dress. She gently strokes the bookshelves in the library and walks among them with a peaceful and beautiful expression.If correct, this one should be Dorothy.

Finally, in the center of the room, which is also the most conspicuous place, there is a small glass-enclosed model of the city, which is exactly the city depicted in the picture.The same is described on the nameplate below.

"Oz Country o Astronomical City o Arlanta"

No less than the academy of Emenas, the location of the Stargazing Mystery Academy was a star on the southern side of the continent for hundreds of years until its destruction.

Chapter 180 VII Another Diary

After walking out of that exhibition room, Lorraine Hill came to another room on the side.

As soon as he walked into this room, what appeared in his eyes was the model of the sky battleship suspended in the center that was scaled down thousands of times.It is matte black with a sense of technology, and the surface faintly emerges, like a precise circuit. There are two upper and lower dual main guns in the center, and gun holes that can be fired can also be exposed on the inclined side armor.

The appearance of this model reminded Lorraine Hill of the shapes in many sci-fi ideas in the past, slender, concise, and efficient.

On the surrounding walls are bookshelves full of books, among which books of various sizes and shapes are placed.Lorraine Hill stepped forward, took a copy, and opened it to read.

Many of them are design sketches developed in those years, as well as concept foundations, etc., which describe step by step how this sky battleship is manufactured and operated.Even with the excavations in the twilight era, many improvements, optimizations, or compromises have been made to further adapt to the manufacturing capabilities of this era.

It can be seen that the creation of sky battleships in the country of Oz was only the first step, and their greater goal was to create ships for interstellar travel, ready to sail into space and explore the universe of the galaxy.

After a long time, Lorraine Hill walked out of this room, and then opened a room on the right.There are also many books here, but unlike before, the arrangement here is obviously arranged by year.There are also chronological markers of various eras on the bookshelves.

Taking off a few books at random and opening them, Lorraine Hill flipped through the text and drawings, and then continued to open a few books to watch.

These books record many early prototypes of magic technology, as well as the forks and ideas encountered in the step-by-step development, and then how history chooses and advances.Like a clear thread, it tells the glorious process of the magic sequence from being barren at the beginning to flourishing and developing in an all-round way.

Looking at the stories of the masters and pioneers in history, one can't help but feel excited.Many of them have indeed dedicated their lives to research and development.

And this also made Lorraine Hill sigh, lamenting the ruthlessness of time and the changes of people's hearts.Even the country that was full of expectations back then, gradually went to extreme extremes and gradually degenerated.

After losing Dorothy, the witch, the descendants of Oz not only lost a pioneer of the magic sequence, but also lost their long-standing helmsman, so that the descendants of the last group of mages slowly Trek in the ocean of technology and knowledge, no longer as clear-sighted as before.

After walking out of the room, Lorraine Hill turned to the door in the middle, but the strange thing was that the door could not be opened, and in Lorraine Hill's perception, there was solid soil and rock behind the door, and there was no room.

Resisting the curiosity and puzzlement in her heart for the time being, she came to the last room in the corner.

There is a unique golden pattern around the door, and a precisely cut obsidian is inlaid on the top of the main door, symbolizing the fate of its owner and black.

After holding her hand on the handle, suddenly, a strange cooling sensation spread along the handle to her arms, and in the girl's eyes, her fingers also instantly turned crystalline white.

A familiar and dangerous power rushed to my heart.

Oops, it's a trap.But under the crisis, she has no chance to escape.

Bright starlight suddenly rose in the light blue pupils, and then there was only a cracking sound, Lorraine Hill broke free and took a few steps back, squatting on the ground.

And when she looked up again, a white crystal statue appeared in front of her.

The appearance of that statue is exactly the same as himself, it is like a life-to-life copy.And this statue was holding the doorknob in astonishment, motionless.

Panting with lingering fear, she touched her neck, only to find that the pendant Tides gave her earlier had been broken.

Recalling Tides's warning before leaving, that is to say, this pendant has resisted this attack for her.It seems to be a phantom replacement, replacing the shadow with himself, instead of bearing, being crystallized and petrified, and himself becoming a shadow for a short time, freed from this curse.

When she calmed down again and stood up, the statue of herself in front of her had turned into gray-white crystalline powder and piled up on the ground.

Every witch should not be underestimated, after all, power is more conceptual than extraordinary power.Lorraine Hill thought to himself, then stepped back more than ten steps, and a blood-red spear emerged from the air.

She held the hairpin that Trinasha had left her in the palm of her hand, and threw the spear.

Sure enough, when the spear shot into the door, it instantly crystallized and turned into snow-white grains of salt.

But the more he blocked, the more Lorraine Hill wanted to find out.

She condensed the blood-red spear again, and this time it wasn't just one spear, but nearly a hundred spears emerged from the void, aimed at the front, and projected them densely.

Like a flash of red light, a series of red marks cut through the underground space and shot into the walls and door frames.

The snow-white color continued to emerge, and the surrounding walls were further cut. In the end, only a single door frame remained in place, and the surrounding 3-meter-thick walls all collapsed, exposing the narrow space behind.

Carefully bypassing the cursed door, Lorraine Hill came to the back room.

If it weren't for the wanton destruction just now, this should be a very cozy room, she thought so.

The decoration in the room is relatively simple, and the color of the furniture is mostly light blue and white. Looking at the furnishings inside, it is probably a bedroom, and it should be some years old. Lorraine Hill can see some signs of wear and tear on the corners .

Is this where Dorothy used to live?She couldn't help thinking this way, looked at the familiar dressing table, walked up to it, and unconsciously opened the drawer, as if she was instinctively skilled.

And the diary that appeared in the drawer seemed to respond to the familiar feeling in my mind.

Sure enough, Dorothy also left her own records. Was this Lagertes' teaching, or her unconscious imitation.

With nostalgia, Lorraine Hill touched the diary inlaid with black gems.Turning it over and looking at the note on the back of the diary, she opened her eyes slightly.

[If you see this note and diary, it must mean that I am gone.It's a pity, there are still many things I want to do, but unfortunately I can't see them anymore.Even so, I still left this diary, hoping that some latecomers can fulfill that unfulfilled dream.

If you want to break free from the fog of history, see the truth behind it.

Then say this activation spell aloud, and I will tell you the cruel truth of this world. ]

Chapter 180 Eight Distant Memories

Are all witches like this?Lorraine Hill thought of it this way. Among the witches she knew, they seemed to be quite casual or playful, such as Tides and Chris. When I was on my own, I also felt like I wanted to make fun of myself.

She tried to analyze such behavior from a psychological point of view, probably because of their own strength and longevity, allowing their characters to grow without restraint, so they appear more self-willed and selfish.

If you think about it this way, you can understand what those seniors did.

And this kind of self-willedness evolves to the end, which is a kind of ultimate pursuit and love for the things you like.

Sure enough, this is a witch, an extremely willful existence who is not bound by common sense.

While thinking this way, Lorraine Hill also turned the thick diary and read the words on the note.

[Picking the stars and falling into the moon, crossing the seven seas, a witness across the world, a star phoenix that travels around the world, an observer of the stars and the earth's orbit, the strongest magician in this world, then who is she? ]

[The answer is me, Dorothy Oleo Arlanta! ]

Following this domineering declaration, the diary was opened, and countless colorful streamers rushed out of the pages, drowning Lorraine Hill.

And she also felt that the world was spinning suddenly, and the world suddenly changed.

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"Are you tired, do you want my sister to carry you away?"

When Lorraine Hill woke up again, he found himself leaning against a tree trunk in the forest, and a beautiful girl in front of him was leaning over to look at him.

Limbs and height seemed to have shrunk a few words, and now she had to look up at the woman in front of her.

And this girl also has a familiar face to Lorraine Hill, and those transparent eyes are like lavender gems, she is the witch of thorns and poisonous, Coris.

At this time, Ke Ruisi was looking at the girl resting under the tree with concern and amused.

"Dorothy is really strong. She always says she doesn't need help from others and wants to walk by herself."

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"You're underestimating me, sister. Didn't I tell you before that I'm a famous witch, and it's not a troublesome thing to take you flying on the road." Ke Ruisi waved her fingers.

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"My ability? Of course I use poison." Keris turned her hand casually, and a black-red rose appeared in her hand, with dreadful purple-red thorns on its branches.

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"Keep going, go to the lake in front, and we can go to Ragdis's house, that sister witch's house has a lot of delicious candy, and there are so many tricks, you will definitely like it there. "Coris touched Lorraine Hill (Dorothy)'s head, then took her hand and moved on.

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"Come and get to know her, this is Sister Lagertes."

"Lagertis, sister, good."

Lorraine Hill said this instinctively, which seemed to be Dorothy's answer at that time.She looked at Lagertes in front of her. This candy witch looks like a princess living in a fairytale castle. She is wearing a blue and white dress and her hair is also a gradient of pink and blue.

"Well, Dorothy is so sweet." Coris smiled.

"This child is Dorothy, a survivor of the Royal Capital of the True Red Empire, and may also be a witch, so I want to temporarily foster with you, do you think it's okay?"

At this moment, Lorraine Hill, who was as petite as Dorothy, looked at the gorgeously dressed girl in front of her, and a faint inferiority complex and apprehension emerged in her heart, as if influenced by Dorothy's mood back then.

"I know you're afraid of trouble, but Dorothy is very obedient and a good boy." Kerris embraced Lorraine Hill with both hands, and said lovingly.

"No problem, I will take care of her." Lagertes bent down, handed out a big lollipop, and put it into Lorraine Hill's hands, with a real joy and joy in her eyes.

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The vision in front of him suddenly blurred, became silent, and then became clear again, and the scenery in front of him changed again.

The sky was extraordinarily distant and clear, there was a damp breath in the wind, and the floor under his feet was also slightly undulating. At this moment, Lorraine Hill was on a large sailing ship.

"Are you still used to it, Dorothy, is the seasickness getting better?" An elegant woman came to Dorothy's side and looked at the distant ocean with her.

"The Western Continent is not safe right now, so I'm going to live in the Eastern Continent for a while. There are also our fellow witches there, so don't worry."

The two communicated briefly, and Lorraine Hill also learned from this that they were at the place and time at the moment.

It was the way for several witches to take the surviving humans to the Eastern Continent after the collapse of the True Red Empire.Looking back, she saw that there were about 20 ships accompanying her, all of them were passengers.

Standing beside her at this moment is the witch who remembers Ziyue, Selene.

"Where's Sister Trinasha?" She was a little curious about Trinasha's movements at the moment.

Selene was a little surprised by this question, but still answered: "She is leading some people to avoid the orcs' pursuit, and there is a girl who is about your age by her side, whose name was chosen a while ago, Heidi Silk."

"If you have a chance in the future, you can get to know each other. As witches who are not much different in age, you will definitely become good friends, just like Coris and Lagertes." Selene said so.

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When Lorraine Hill recalled this timeline, there was a sudden exclamation from the surroundings, and then she looked up and saw a large group of soldiers coming through the waves in the distance at the sea level.

These people hold trident halberds, have black or brown hair, and exceptionally smooth skin. They are riding black and white killer whales to attack.

Although the clothes were rather simple and rude, as they approached, the waves also surged and climbed step by step until the height of the waves even covered the mast of the ship.

Figures in red windbreakers leaped up from the ships behind, holding sharp and poisonous blood-slotted swords, and rushed straight at the pursuers.